Over the years, my purges have been more about thinning the heard, but, I recently found myself in a very dark place. Lots of downers in many aspects of my life. My selectively accepting wife made a comment, which combined to lead me to fear losing my only friend (her). I resigned myself to purge and never dress again (I know). Luckily I had a shadow of sanity left, and opted to bury everything deep in the attic instead of the dumpster. Things were further complicated when my wife took the disappearance of my things as a passive aggressive retaliation for her comments, that admittedly I had overreacted to. Time and communication have begun to heal this situation, but, even as much as I’d like to dress again, I’ve been unable to bring myself to do it. I am, however, glad I did not purge, and my things have returned to their rightful place, though I am having a tough time even looking at them at this point.
Hugs
MeeShell
